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At The Westward Border Of Eden
Adam, the fallen namer, one day heard---
out ofan early morning dream---a word
to label that dream's dark imagination
of an existence wholly without God;
and its condition, more than merely odd.
Such life would be quite bleak, a living death
fearful that each and every inhalation
(short, long, or hard) might be the final breath.
Small joys would have leeched out long before dawn
(not glorious, but dim with slanted light).
And with no peace of mind to still the night,
the very stars would seem to mock and say,
"God is further than we are far away."
And, naked when the time was right to play
with Eve's delightful curves while making love
would just become a brief postponement of
a grim reality they could not shake
off: life's bleak propsect---that all hope had gone,
and every act was just a preparation
for endless hell and absolute damnation.
Hvaing dreamed that, Adam was glad to wake,
in faith's comfort: he and Eve were within
God's love, which would allow no separation
even despite their adolescent sin.
Life without God---that dread dream had assured
Adam---could be called, utterly, absurd.
Starward
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